i had to break the window to see what was behind, said voodoogirl while cleaning all the mess. she didn't feel any sorrier, though. guilt is around, but hasn't got here yet. things develop at their own time. these days, timing is everything, she thought with confidence. voodoogirl enjoys it all, and doesn't recognize any of the formerly regular disturbing signals. calm and fun is more likely. i better get some of my beautysleep while i still can. no matter what, this is a onetime combination. mío es el tiempo.

 

 

 

goodnite stories with open endings are more likely related to restless nights. after mindmapping recent dreams, voodoogirl wonders about tendencies and effects. clearing stuff is the best course of action... always... and lastnite wasn't different. she's getting to know the way things are, but still. an unexpected nomination for most balanced month of the year woke her up. voodoogirl is willingly letting herself into it. for a better version of me: press one

 

 

 

 

i've been reminded, though i've got no recollection, was the line of thought voodoogirl woke up with. this long hours under the warm spring sun with no mindgames to struggle at. sand and midnite, laughter and spoons. al lado del mar descansa el universo, pensó, el tiempo es el mar. we shall see. wanderboy sings in the shower and i, eventually, will have to wake up.

 

 

all that you can leave behind must be left, se dijo voodoogirl as she woke up trying to avoid past year's leftover feeling. after all, last night brought a feature presentation which was particularly intriguing para estas alturas del año, determinó voodoogirl. all of a sudden, el olor y la temperatura cambiaron un pensamiento por otro: guess i'm doing fine, she smiled while turning around.

timin' is everything... but sometimes, accuracy is more. las coincidencias a veces no son tales y, sin embargo, son. healthier&happier en la mira. lack of resistance, lack of restraint. voodoogirl is about to balance a bold move and unload the baggage. with the overwhealming idea that life can be fair ... a fresh start. now she knows she needs to get everything settled. a new checklist to prevail on herself, on her own, over every discouraging thought that tends to keep her away from moving forward. not fast, but soon. at least soon enough to keep all the warmkiss&softskin express 4.1 running.

 

TILL THE MORNING COMES, neil young

I'm gonna give you till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes.

I'm only waiting till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes.

possibly. maybe.

the resistance of the spinningmind 

may be broken

by the persistance 

of the skin, the soul, the time.

"Todo es saludable, salvo interrogarse constantemente sobre el sentido de nuestros actos, todo es preferible a la única cuestión que importa." EMCioran

 

 

to learn how&when to declare

when's the time

is a lifetime learning experience

as well as

to declare

when the time's up

 

don't get me started, pensó. she felt kindof exposed. to herself, mostly. but exposed at last. there's no way this is happening, she thought. this has to be an underpressure chemical reaction. must get water with lemmon as a temporary solution, of course. all i can think is 'go away go away', as if with that it would. 

 

 

 

 

 

sundaygirl recordó a su abuela, the recently deceased one. la tortura dominical instaurada por ella overlives her, and that's not nice. me salió con su domingo siete, pensó. some traditions must die with onself, she should have known that.

voodoogirl se pensaba. observaba su cara enrojecida de desconcierto y deambulaba buscando data mental que reconstruyera la escena. el sabor metálico, la garganta inflamada, el cuerpo entumecido, los ojos irritados, los labios magenta. la memoria dilatada, el predolor de cabeza. observaba. pensaba. what's the story. where's the morning. mornings van, mornings vienen... y en el camino, amanece. amanece hoy, amanece siempre. hoy como ayer, no es igual que siempre. mañana, es más tarde.

 

 

integrating data is not a slight job, and voodoogirl knows it. recopilar, reconstruir, recoger. recogerse. transgression has numb limits and families are weird stuff. i have no idea, piensa voodoogirl while stiring up some trouble. the search for happiness isn't quite a search, it's more of a quest, a ride, a spell, maybe even a poison, she wondered.